Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня

The Weighing of the Wands

           Mr.Ollivanderranhisfingersalongthewand,apparentlycheckingforscratchesorbumps;thenhemuttered,"Orchideous!"andabunchofflowersburstfromthewandtip.

           "Verywell,verywell,it’sinfineworkingorder,"saidMr.Ollivander,scoopinguptheflowersandhandingthemtoFleurwithherwand."Mr.Diggory,younext."

           Fleurglidedbacktoherseat,smilingatCedricashepassedher.

           "Ah,now,thisisoneofmine,isn’tit?"saidMr.Ollivander,withmuchmoreenthusiasm,asCedrichandedoverhiswand."Yes,Irememberitwell.Containingasinglehairfromthetailofaparticularlyfinemaleunicorn...musthavebeenseventeenhands;nearlygoredmewithhishornafterIpluckedhistail.Twelveandaquarterinches...ash...pleasantlyspringy.It’sinfinecondition...Youtreatitregularly?"

           "Polisheditlastnight,"saidCedric,grinning.

           Harryhookeddownathisownwand.Hecouldseefingermarksalloverit.Hegatheredafistfulofrobefromhiskneeandtriedtorubitcleansurreptitiously.Severalgoldsparksshotoutoftheendofit.FleurDelacourgavehimaverypatronizinglook,andhedesisted.

           Mr.OllivandersentastreamofsilversmokeringsacrosstheroomfromthetipofCedric’swand,pronouncedhimselfsatisfied,andthensaid,"Mr.Krum,ifyouplease."

           ViktorKrumgotupandslouched,round-shoulderedandduck-footed,towardMr.Ollivander.Hethrustouthiswandandstoodscowling,withhishandsinthepocketsofhisrobes.

           "Hmm,"saidMr.

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